Sharing with my many lovely American friends a
journey that carries with it a pain that defies
resolution

9.11 and 11.22 In Memory of November 22nd, 1963

This day 40 years ago My heart received a stab that
just refuses to heal

11.22 on the huge red bus from West
London we heard the awful news a group of friends returning
home in the thickening London fog got together every week to
play music, learn and spread peace and joy Incredulous, numbed,
we tried in vain to shift gears from Mozart to Dallas, We tried
in vain to take in the news of the assassination How did it
happen? how COULD it happen?

the wise man said: “weep not,
all wounds that don’t kill you, heal with time” “Some leave
scars but they will all heal”

yet this wound bleeds on and
on it’s a wound that refuses to heal it grows deeper with
time the questions more insistent the wound has grown deeper
through thousands of pages of reports, investigations, official
denials, accounts, documentaries, Warren commissions, forensic
experts and final words that resolved nothing at all

The
pain continues to gnaw at the heart for 40 years and more Nay
for 40 centuries, nay for all history it is even worse than the
pain, affront and hurt of 9.11

Who killed JFK how and why?
Who killed RK how and why? Who killed MLK how and why?
Who is killing the known and unknown lads and lasses so full of
hope? how and why? Who lurks in the wings to pounce ruthlessly
on any bud growing to answer the pain of our infinite longing?

Yet we all forge ahead blithely dancing to the same
fatuous tunes In absolute certainty of our perfect rectitude
the why and how and what are forgotten as we surrender
Without bothering to ask, like Hamlet: “to be or not to be?”
where is the path? There is something terribly wrong with the
state of Denmark? or perhaps with us?